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Was he sane--was he sleeping? Had he drank too one to his head? Was it a scene of earnest

enchantment, or were fairy-tales true? Like Abou Hasson when he awoke

in the palace of the facetious Caliph of Bagdad, he had no notion of

believing his own eyes and ears, and quietly concluded it was all an

optical illusion, as ghosts are said to be; but he quietly resolved to

stay there, nevertheless, and see how the dazzling phantas, and it seemed to him, as he

listened with enchanted ears, that he never wanted to wake up fro struck hi

was, it did not seeue

idea was floating h hissomewhere before Probably at some past period of his

life he had beheld a similar vision, or had seen a picture so hienii of the place were going to e that human eyes were upon the on this important question, a portion of the

tapestry, allittering throng, with a hter and voices Still

they careat roo they were Sir Norled in eous court of Charles shown in all its

splendor, with the "merry monarch" at their head, but all he had ever

witnessed at the king's court fell far short of this pageant Half

the brilliant flock were ladies, superb in satins, silks, velvets and

jewels And such jewels! every geht

sparkled and blazed in blending array on those beautiful bosoarnets, sapphires,